Chapter 45: Into the Lion's Den

“It’s not that I don’t want to get to the bottom of this, Jen,” said Carl as he drove down the street. “I mean…it’s just that it’s a little weird for…what was her name — Savannah…to want us to actually come over there.”

“I don’t think it’s weird at all,” said Jen, watching the trees pass by on the side of the road. “This is a serious conversation we’re going to be having with her, and she wanted to be able to make eye contact with us…she wanted it to be an actual conversation. I think it was a wonderful move on her part, to invite us over.”

“Yeah…” said Carl warily, as he ground to a stop in front of a red light. “But, I just…I mean, yeah, I see what you’re saying. I agree with you. I still just think it’s weird.”

“You keep saying “weird.” Why is it so “weird” to you?” asked Jen, with a touch of irritation in her voice. She was clearly on edge, even as she was fighting to remain as calm as possible. 

“Well, it’s just…where they live and all,” said Carl, rotating his head a little on the axis of his neck as he searched for a reasonable explanation for his feelings. “It’s…kind of private, isn’t it? I mean, Sarah’s house is where…you know…they do all that stuff.”

“So what? They’re not there,” said Jen immediately. “Savannah told us they’re on, uh…vacation…and that they should be back sometime tomorrow. We’ll get a chance to kind of, you know…get a lay of the land. And most importantly, we’ll get to have an actual in-depth conversation with someone who knows, uh…who knows what’s going on.” 

“Yeah…yeah you’re right,” said Carl, quietly conceding the point to his wife. The truth was, Carl Stintum, more than anything else, was afraid that somehow, during their meeting with Savannah, that Sarah and Jeff would come back from their vacation early. The prospect was terrifying to him on many levels, but by far the most poignant and scary was the prospect of coming face-to-face with Sarah, knowing who and what she was. It had already been intimidating enough, months before, being in the same room with her. She was just so enormous, and had an easy, confident way of carrying herself that was unnerving in its maturity. But now that he knew what she was, the idea of seeing her had become positively frightening. And, what’s more, if Sarah did come back early and “catch” them there, in her house, she would immediately know that “the game was up,” so to speak — she would become aware that he and Jen knew what was going on between her and Jeff. And Carl had no idea how Sarah would react to this new knowledge. But he kept silent, knowing that anything less would arouse his wife’s suspicions. She didn’t know that he had jerked off to the videos of Sarah dominating Jeff…she would never know. And there was no way he was going to betray even a hint of evidence to her. 

Just a couple minutes later, they were pulling into the driveway of Sarah’s house. 

“Jesus, she’s already paid this off?” asked Carl, staring up in disbelief at the sizable and tasteful home exterior, sunk into a well-manicured landscape of shrubs, flowers, and finely-cut grass. 

“It’s really something isn’t it?” Jen muttered. She had already seen Sarah’s house, months previously, before Jeff’s surgery, when she had dropped off some of his things. Both of them sat there in the car for a moment, staring uneasily up at Sarah’s house. They didn’t realize that Sarah had already paid the house off before Jeff had come back into her life…they were both thinking that it had been paid for by all the money she was making off her obscene videos with their son. 

Jen took a deep breath, un-clicked her seatbelt, and swung herself out of the passenger seat. Carl did the same, following her lead. He had been heartened to see that there was only one other car in the driveway — a black Mercury Mountaineer — ostensibly Savannah’s car. As he walked by it, he noticed several bumper stickers…one looked like a red emblem of a uterus against a black background…another was what looked like a female mouth, with purple lipstick and bared teeth, with a red tongue sticking out to the side, in between the teeth. Still another was an image of a green, overarching snake, encompassing a sort of insignia... a black cauldron..apparently bubbling, with a pink haze over the hot mixture, and the letters “KGD” inscribed in flowing, gothic letters underneath. Carl had no idea what any of these meant…but they made him more, and not less, anxious.

A few moments later, Jen had rung the doorbell, and the Stintums stood together on Sarah’s doorstep, with Jen looking steely-faced, straight forward into the door, and Carl looking around behind them at the expanse of Sarah’s yard, trying his hardest not to appear as nervous as he actually was. The fear had resurfaced again; he was afraid that Sarah was going to answer the door. He didn’t know why he felt this way, but he sensed some kind of trap. Such thoughts, he knew, were crazy. A trap!? What trap? What was he even thinking?! But it didn’t matter. His fears were starting to tumble in on themselves, and he was barely able to resist taking Jen by the hand and running back to the car. 

‘We should’ve told someone we were coming here,’ he thought with a sudden, dart-like shot of gelid insight. ‘Just to be safe.’ 

But just then, his eyes snapped back to the front door, because it was opening. His relief that the person opening the door was not Sarah was quickly subsumed by the striking appearance — and the size — of this other person. She was tall…a good deal taller than Jen’s 5’5, and his 5’8. He realized that he was staring straight forward into the bottom of this woman’s chin, which was scrunched up a bit as the supporting base to a slow, easy smile. Her voluminous, deep-red hair was done up in a stylish pixie cut, complimenting her heart-shaped face and dark, almost black eyes. A palpable sense of size and thickness hung in the air with each one of her movements — the short black dress she had on, which only went down to her mid-thighs, was completely filled out by her curvy, voluptuous body. Her arms and legs were well-shaped and quite solid and strong-looking, and the hint of an outline of her stomach muscles could be seen through her tight black dress, just underneath her large breasts. Her bare arms were both covered, from shoulder to wrist, in intricate and brightly-colored sleeve tattoos. Jen tried not to look too hard at them, but caught a couple of skulls and snakes before she looked back up at the woman’s face. Jen’s eyes were even with her shoulders, and she couldn’t help but feel totally dwarfed. Carl felt the same way, even if he was a little bigger than his wife. His eyes met the woman’s dark orbs, and he had to look away awkwardly, down to the floor. He saw that her feet were bare. 

“Hello Mrs. Stintum…Mr. Stintum!” said the woman in a slow, deep voice that nonetheless seemed rather bright and cheery for its velvety timbre. She reached out and shook their hands individually, first Jen’s and then Carl’s, impressing upon both of them the latent reality of her strength. Jeff’s parents reacted to Savannah’s handshake with silent shudders — her hand was warm and strong, and quite big, even for someone as big as she was already. Jen and Carl felt the slight steely smoothness of the woman’s many rings as they shook her hand, and they inwardly drew back, feeling a bit overwhelmed. 

“Are you…Savannah?” asked Jen in a voice that she wished had been a little steadier. 

“That’s me!” smiled Savannah. “Why don’t you both come on inside here?” 

She ushered them in with an outstretched arm, and they weren’t able to avoid slightly brushing the protrusions of her breasts as they walked by — Jen felt them touch her neck, and Carl felt their plush firmness against his shoulder. They both moved automatically, like they were in a daze…the surreality of the whole situation now hung tangibly in the air, since they were actually meeting Savannah in the flesh. And everything about her — her size, her obvious erotic allure, her deep voice, her easy confidence, and the deliberate voluptuousness of her movements — seemed to convey to the bewildered Stintums that she was…a part of Sarah’s world…a creature of the same realm, whatever that meant. 

Jen had previously told herself that she would remain collected during this conversation, but she was already feeling herself beginning to crack. Just looking at the mammoth curves on this girl, and the way that her huge ass moved up and down as she closed and locked the door, made Jen feel overwhelmed and helplessness, mixed together with a surprising and strikingly clear sense of arousal. She didn’t know why she was feeling this way, and hated herself for even feeling anything of the sort. Her brain quickly rushed to reason that these strange, tiny little glass bombs popping off couldn't...be that unreasonable...

...the nature of their meeting Savannah was already shot through with uncharted sexual energy. But Jen had not expected to feel the intense streaks of animal arousal that she was currently experiencing. Carl was much the same, to an even greater extent. He had already seen Savannah in action, albeit briefly, in that compilation video he had so shamefully consumed. He wasn’t sure if Jen had seen her in any photos or not…he started to feel a little panicked. He had known it before, but now it was really beginning to hit home: this woman was part of Sarah’s whole operation. And now, seeing her in person, Carl could already feel his neck and face getting hot. She looked huge. 

“Why don’t we all have a seat in the living room?” asked Savannah pleasantly after she had locked the door. “Can I get you all anything to drink? Water? Tea? Coffee? We’ve got some beer and wine too, if you’d like.” 

“I…I’m fine, thanks,” said Jen, a little stonily. 

“I’ll have some ice water, actually, if you don’t mind,” said Carl, reasoning that it might help cool himself off from the inside out. 

“Of course!” said Savannah. “You all go ahead and take a seat and I’ll be right back.” 

Jen and Carl walked into the living room and lowered themselves onto a large red sofa. On top of the craziness of the situation as it already stood, they both couldn’t help but marvel at the interior of Sarah’s house. It was all so tastefully decorated, with dark oaken furniture complimenting the deep red of the sofa, offset by the soft white of the living room walls. Through an open archway, they glimpsed the dining room, which had as its centerpiece an impressively thick dark wooden table overhung by a stylish golden chandelier, all accentuated by the deep red of the walls. A fine-looking candelabra sat in the middle of the dining room table, fitted with real candles that were apparently half-used, from the tumbled blobs of hardened wax that spilled in frozen motion down their sides. The air inside smelled…rich, almost…slightly spiced with some kind of exotic scent. Jen recognized it as sandalwood. 

“Here you go, Mr. Stintum,” said Savannah, coming back in from the kitchen with a tall glass of ice water.

“Thanks,” he said with an awkward, appreciative smile. His hand brushed Savannah’s ever so slightly as he accepted the cold glass. He took one long sip, and felt the icy water infiltrate down into his stomach — for the moment, it brought a little relief. He reached over to the adjacent lamp table, and, seeing that there was a stack of porcelain coasters neatly stacked next to the lamp, he automatically took one and put his glass on top of it. 

“So!” said Savannah, sinking down into an armchair and turning it slightly so that it directly faced the sofa, “Thanks so much for coming over here. I’m guessing you two aren’t too comfortable right now, but I just want to let you know that you can ask me anything you want, and I’ll do my best to answer and make you feel better. I can assure your son is doing just fine — better than he’s ever been, in fact. I have nothing to give you but good news…even though it might not appear that way at first.” 

“O-ok Savannah,” said Jen leaning forward a bit on the sofa as she nervously adjusted herself. “We…we really appreciate you being willing to, uh…to talk with us about all this. I know it’s not…not normal for parents of someone who’s, um…as old as Jeff to take such an inter-…uh…to be as concerned as we are about his private life. Carl and I know that it’s not really any of our business and everything, but…but we’ve just seen something today…um…something, you know, like I said to you over the phone, that’s…that’s really made us feel concerned.”

“Mmm, yes,” said Savannah, nodding slowly as she leaned back slightly in the armchair and crossed her legs. “I think that’s probably a good place to start — tell me what it is you saw that made you feel this way.”

Jen turned to Carl and made expectant eyes at him. Carl knew that this moment had been coming, but he didn’t feel any less dread in having to go through it. But he knew that, in a way, all of this was his fault, since he had been the one who had happened upon that first video in the first place. Even still, he felt a little irritated at Jen for silently calling him out like this, even though he was pretty sure that wasn’t actually what she was doing…she just didn’t want to be the one to say the things out loud. He took a deep breath and sat forward a little on the sofa, facing Savannah — he was glad that they were all sitting down. Even though Savannah’s size and curves were more than obvious (as she filled the armchair with her bulk), this arrangement was far more manageable than having to stand directly next to her, in the midst of her looming shadow. 

“Ok, so…” began Carl, feeling like his voice sounded too stupidly formal, “I was…uh…let’s just say I was on some…adult sites a couple days ago, just browsing, you know? I don’t generally go onto these kinds of sites, but…well, this time I did and…well, yeah.”

Savannah nodded kindly, slowly blinking her eyes as she did so. Out of the corner of his vision, Carl could see his wife’s figure scrunching up uncomfortably. 

“Anyway,” he said, starting to sweat, “I ended up…happening upon a video of…of Jeff and Sarah…and, well, uhh…it kind of just went downhill from there. I looked at their profile on…on…”

“On Porntub?” offered Savannah.

“Yeah,” said Carl, feeling ashamed to even utter the name in the presence of his wife. “And…well, Savannah…it was…it was just too much for me to handle. I showed it all to Jen. And…I’m sure you can understand that we’re more than a little concerned about our son, especially considering his past history of…of not making the best choices for himself.”

“We’re afraid that he’s been taken in by someone he can’t handle…by someone who’s smarter, bigger, and stronger than he is,” said Jen, in a surprisingly clear voice. “Someone who’s manipulating him to do things that he doesn’t want to do.” 

“Well, Mrs. Stintum — ” began Savannah, raising her eyebrows.

“Jen,” interrupted Jeff’s mother. “You can call me Jen.”

“Ok Jen,” said Savannah, smiling, “I completely understand your concerns. Really, I do. What’s happening in this house, especially with Sarah and Jeff, is definitely far off the…shall we say…mainstream of relationship dynamics. I have to say, a lot of what you just said is true. There’s just no way to avoid it — the fact is, your son has been taken in by someone he can’t handle. At least, not on his terms. That’s something that Jeff has had to figure out these past few months, but you’ll be happy to hear that he’s progressed beautifully.”

“Progressed?” asked Jen in a strange voice. “What do you mean?”

“Well, you said that you saw Sarah’s Porntub profile,” said Savannah with natural grace. “You read it?”

“Yes,” said Jen, shuddering visibly, “I read it.” 

“Well there you have it then,” chuckled Savannah, spreading her hands out. “I mean, don’t get me wrong — there are a ton of nuances and intricacies to their relationship that even I don’t fully understand. But that’s just between the two of them, you see. The basic gist of everything is right there, though, on Sarah’s profile.” 

There were a few long moments of heavy, tense, pregnant silence. Savannah remained in her slightly reclined position in the armchair, having no problem at all waiting for the Stintums to answer. Privately, she was relishing every single moment of this interaction, like she was being fed one luscious grape after the other. 

“But…that can’t be real,” said Jen in a hushed dry voice. “It…it just can’t be! That’s…that’s no way to have a relationship!” 

“What do you mean, Jen?” asked Savannah genially. 

“I mean,” said Jeff’s mother, sitting up straighter and speaking with more energy, “That what I saw on that…that website…is NOT a real, adult, consenting relationship.” Her voice started shaking a little, but she pushed on through. “She…Sarah…she calls Jeff her…her “slave”…does…does that sound like a consenting relationship to you?”

“Yes!” laughed Savannah, her big breasts shaking a little with her natural levity. “In terms of Jeff and Sarah, absolutely.” 

“But…but no one would want to be like that!” protested Carl, who felt like he should jump in to join Jen’s side. But even as he did, he felt, somewhere deep within his brain, that he already understood. 

“Nope, that’s where you’re wrong,” replied Savannah amiably, shaking her head. “Jeff wanted to be with Sarah, you see. He wanted to be with her from the moment he laid eyes on her all those months ago in that waiting room. But — and it took some time for him to learn this — for someone like your son to be with someone like Sarah…well, there’s only one way that power dynamic is going to manifest. You understand?” 

“With…Jeff being her…slave!?” asked Jen, clearly feeling like all of this was deranged. “How on earth is that…is that acceptable? How is it possible!?”

“Well think about it, Jen,” said Savannah in her velvety voice. “You’ve seen Sarah fairly recently, haven’t you? Interacted with her?”

“I…yes,” said Jen, reddening. She knew where Savannah was going with all of this, but she did not want to concede anything. It was just too unnatural and…grotesque. 

“Well, what did you think of her?” asked Savannah.

“She…she seemed like a very impressive young woman,” said Jen.

“Is that all?” asked Savannah, grinning slightly. 

“Well…what is it you want me to say, exactly?” asked Jen, letting her more aggressive feelings take the helm. “Sarah Helleger has grown into…an absolutely gorgeous amazon of a woman, who…who appears, at least, to be the most intelligent and mature young person I have ever met. I actually got jitters being in the same room with her. She’s absolutely enormous and brilliant…I don’t know how she’s grown into what she has. I didn’t think such a thing was possible.”

“Would you agree with that, Carl?” asked Savannah. He nodded wordlessly. 

“And of course,” continued Savannah, “You are both intimately familiar with your son.”

“Look, Savannah,” said Carl, holding his hand up, “We know where you’re trying to say. We get it. Why would someone like Sarah possibly be involved with someone…like our son. But none of that explains why Jeff would want to be in that…that messed-up kind of relationship that we were reading about. He couldn’t…possibly want such a thing.”

“No?” asked Savannah, arching her eyebrow. “But he does want it. He wants it more than anything in the world.” 

“Don’t say that,” said Jen, getting red in the face. “Don’t talk like that about him!” 

“I told you, Jen,” said Savannah calmly, “That you might not enjoy hearing these things about Jeff. But I’m not going to tell you anything except the truth. And the truth is that your son is the most submissively-minded size slut that I’ve ever seen.”

“Size…what!?” asked Carl with outraged energy, also getting red in the face. Both he and Jen were now sitting forward on the edge of the sofa. 

“Size slut,” Savannah repeated mildly. “Pardon the expression — I just don’t see any other way to describe it. Your son is sexually aroused by the prospect of being smaller than other women. It took him a while to realize this, and boy, if Sarah didn’t have to work her way through layer after layer of pathetic masculine bravado to get there, but she finally cracked into his core and let out his true nature. If you don’t believe me, just watch some more of those videos — Sarah can make him cum just by standing next to him, at this point.”

“C-Could you…could you please not speak like that, Savannah?” asked Jen, her voice now tinged with desperation. 

“I’m not going to do you the disservice of deluding you, Jen,” said Savannah simply. “You wanted to learn the truth, and I’m giving it to you. If you don’t want to hear any of this, you’re more than welcome to leave.” 

“I…I th-this is…this is just too much,” Jen breathed, leaning back a little into the sofa. 

“I’m sure it’s a lot to take in,” said Savannah, eyeing Carl as he comforted his wife. Savannah glanced down at her phone and then looked back up quickly, patiently waiting for Jen to steady herself. 

“So…he’s…into being smaller than other people?” ventured Carl a few moments later. He felt like he was just beginning to scratch some kind of itch at the back of his brain, something that had been there for a while without him realizing it. He felt a little queasy, but there was a kind of renewed focus in his eyes, as soon as Savannah had started talking more graphically. 

“Oh yes,” breathed Savannah. “And so, if you can imagine, when he’s around Sarah, his…petite stature becomes all the more emphasized.” 

“Is it…I mean…why does he feel that way?” asked Jen, sitting back up and cupping her chin in her hands. 

“Who can say?” said Savannah. “Sexuality is very complicated. It’s probably a mixture of genetics —” and here she turned her head and looked at Carl straight in the face. He felt totally exposed, even though he fought the feeling from the inside out. This woman didn’t know anything about him!

“—and environmental factors,” finished Savannah, turning back to Jen. “But ultimately, it’s a type of submissive sexuality. You can understand that, right?”

Jen just sat there, processing everything. It was obvious that she wasn’t anywhere close to accepting anything about the current situation. Carl sat there silently too, feeling more preoccupied with hiding his own vulnerabilities from Savannah than anything else. Paradoxically, however, the more he tried to hide himself, the bigger and stronger her thighs looked, all deliciously crossed up as they were. The more he tried not to notice, the more he was aware of the impressive and stolid feminine bulk of her arms, and how her sleeve tattoos almost seemed to accentuate and amplify their size. He felt himself getting hotter and hotter, but he had forgotten about his ice water. Savannah’s dark eyes shifted once again to him, and it seemed to him like she was staring straight into his soul…her pixie-cut hair was such a dark, rich red…her lips were so full…her fingers looked so long and strong and adept…what was happening to him!? Good god her calves were huge, especially pressed up against her leg like that…that slightly spiced scent in the air seemed to grow stronger. A cold sweat had broken out on Carl’s forehead as Savannah’s dark orbs held him steadily captive. They needed to get out of there. Before something terrible happened to them. 

“I…I need to take a minute to myself,” said Jen suddenly. “Wash my face…freshen up a little bit. Could you tell me where the restroom is, Savannah?” 

“Oh sure! Just go into the kitchen and it’s the second-to-last door on your left,” came the gentle reply. 

Jen stood up and walked stiffly into the kitchen, back towards the far end. She hadn’t really heard Savannah’s instructions, though, and instead of stopping at the bathroom door, in her confusion, she passed it by and reached out for the door knob to the last room…the room in the corner. 

“Oh not that one Jen!” called Savannah lightly. “The other door — that one’s locked. Haha…not sure you wanna go in there.”

Jen turned around and looked with genuine concern at Savannah across the kitchen; the cryptic comment was doing nothing to assuage her nerves. As she turned back towards the actual bathroom, there suddenly came, from behind the locked door, a quick and thumping series of beats…close to the floor…as if there was an animal behind the door. Jen heard what sounded like eager, vigorous sniffing…like a dog…but different. 

“Oh don’t mind the noise,” chuckled Savannah mildly. “I keep my pet in that room.” 

Jen nodded uneasily and went into the bathroom, but Carl had noticed that despite her easy, natural tone, when the thumps behind the door began, Savannah’s face had gone hard, and her eyes had become, momentarily, like dark, burning coals. He saw her produce a little black device from somewhere within her dress…it looked to Carl almost like a garage door opener. She pressed into it with her thumb, and the thumping immediately stopped. Savannah looked over at Carl and smiled pleasantly. The seconds passed by, and still, she didn’t take her finger off the device. 

“So you were just…”surfing around” on Porntub, huh?” she asked, smiling crookedly at him. 

“I…yes,” he said defensively. “There’s…there’s nothing wrong with that.” 

“No, of course not,” said Savannah, her thumb turning red from pressing the device. She waited a few seconds as she continued to stare at him steadily. She had to make sure…that she didn’t overplay and make them leave too soon. They had to be getting close. But she was aching to toy with this man, and now was her chance to get him alone. 

“So how many videos did you watch?” she asked. “Did you see any of the ones with me in them?” 

Carl sat there dumbfounded. This woman was just like Sarah — she could appear normal and easy and natural and totally with it…and then, without warning, like a shark who smells blood in the water, she could strike. And there she was, just sitting there in the armchair, smiling at him like she had already won. 

“A…a couple,” he said, feeling like he was reeling. “I s-saw a compilation.”

“Oooo, those are some of my favs,” cooed Savannah. “The ones that just show the sheer extent of how much Sarah’s done to Jeff…how much we’ve done, really.”

Carl kept gaping, having no idea what to say to all this, and so Savannah kept on. Her pussy was truly warming to the occasion now. 

“So what did it feel like, cumming to watching your own son get dominated by the little girl next door?” Savannah’s voice had dropped an octave, and seemed smoother and softer than ever. 

“I…didn’t,” Carl lied, feeling like there was nothing else he could say. 

“Yes you did,” said Savannah. “I can tell. I could tell as soon as I looked at you when I opened the door. Sarah’s only 22 years old, Carl Stintum, but she’s already taught me so much…more than I could ever have dreamt of learning before.”

“How…what…what’s going on!?” Carl asked, now fully sweating as his heart beat faster. Things were just getting too weird now. Everything looked so normal, so put-together…they had been speaking normal words…and yet…Carl was feeling his world darken as it seemed to collapse around him. There was something terribly wrong here. 

“What are you talking about??” he cried. “What’s…what did Sarah teach you? What is she!?” 

“What indeed,” laughed Savannah softly as her eyes flitted past Carl and up to Jen, who was returning from the bathroom. In his panic, Carl still managed to notice that only now did Savannah take her finger off the button of whatever the little contraption was, putting it away somewhere in the back of her dress. 

“What’s going on out here?” asked Jen, sounding alarmed as she clasped her husband’s shaking hand. “What’s wrong, Carl?” 

“We have to get out of here,” he said breathlessly. 

“What? What do you mean?” asked Jen. “I want to ask her more questions.” 

“I’m serious Jen!” shouted Carl fearfully. “Something’s going on! We need to leave now!!” 

No sooner had the words left his mouth when the sound of the front door deadbolt pulling back cut through the air. Carl felt his heart stop as his body became like stone. They were caught…it was too late. Jen felt a shock at the sound as well, even though she was not as panicked as her husband. They clutched each other, with Carl squeezing her hands so tightly that they lost circulation. The front door started pushing open. 

“You can keep asking your questions, Jen,” said Savannah pleasantly. “But now you can ask Sarah herself.”